This afternoon she was sitting on my lap and I heard the little burp sound she makes, it sounds kind of little bubble popping, and then she spit up. It shot straight out, just a small amount, like a squirt gun.
She doesn't actually bring something up every time, but she makes the sound a lot. For awhile, this hadn't been happening, not even the sound. It's frustrating for sure. I don't think it's food related right now, it's just the damn reflux. Thank goodness we see the gastro on Feb 25th. Eric is coming with this time and we want to hear something more than she'll grow out of it. We've been hearing that since she was 6wks old.
The plague infected the fam over valentine's weekend. The kids had it most of the week. Big E and I got it just in time for the weekend. The kids are finally eating again, but Eric and I are headed down that road very slowly.
Awhile back, through a blog I follow, I happened upon another family's blog, they don't even live that far from us. Their sweet baby girl, Cora, who is not much younger than my dear Katie had been diagnosed with cancer. Not even a month after the diagnosis, Jesus took her home. Tears spring to my eyes as I write this because I cannot even being to fathom their pain. Sometimes life seems just immeasurably cruel. They're going to build a playground in her memory. Go. Shop. Help them heal.
Pray for this family.
Hug your babies, husbands, wives.
Love each other. Every day.